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Had a tooth pulled yesterday.  Well, lets just say “pulled” isn’t the word for it, more like “picked” out. 

The whole saga started 3 weeks ago when I was flossing after lunch at work and the crown came off, post and all.  Its one of my older root canals and the cement came loose.  Didn’t hurt at all, but I thought I’d better get it checked out.

Well the Dentist, wonderful man, said that to repair it would cost mucho $$$ and there was no guarantee it would stick.   So we pulled it yesterday.

Everything started out fine … that is until the acutal pulling part started.  The Dentist said root canals weaken the tooth structure around it and so whenever he went to grab on to pull, a piece of the tooth would break off.   It didn’t hurt, but I did ask for an extra shot half way through though.  Finally we had it all out, x-ray proved it.  He packed it for me to prevent a dry socket and off to the pharmacy I went with a script for pain killers.

Here comes the mini-rant.

I went to my regular pharmacy and should have known by the cars in the parking lot that there was going to be a wait.  That’s fine - I love my pharmacy - and I figured in the middle of the day it shouldn’t be that long of a wait.

Boy was I wrong.  When I got to the drop off window, there was a line. (groan)  As I waited, the novicaine started to wear off.  I was already weepy because I lost another tooth and I don’t wait patiently well, so by the time I got to the window, 20 minutes later, I was told there would be a 3 hour wait.  

Hold On  — back up 2 minutes. 

The fellow in front of me had his brown-bag of meds for refill.   After the gal spent 5 minutes getting everything in the computer, she told him it would be a two hour wait for pick-up.   Well this is going to suck I thought.   I asked the gal just to be sure I heard right and she said, “No 3 hours.”    Didn’t I just hear her tell the guy in front of me 2 hours?  Why did an extra hour get tacked on after he left and I came up to the window?  I told her I was in pain and needed the script sooner than that and left.   The whole time I was standing there, I was texting to hubby about the situation and he told me to go to the house and he’d take the script in to get it filled.  I was getting way to emotional about it by that time.  I knew this sucker was going to be throbbing soon.  

On the way home I get a light-bulb moment and went to the Winn Dixie by my house.  I told the gal at the pharmacy, tears running down my face, the situation and told her I’d pay for it, don’t bother with filing against the insurance, I just needed the script.   Ten minutes later I’m going out the front door with script in hand.   They told me to bring all my scripts up there in the future.  I did see a notice while she was ringing me up “Ten Minute Wait guaranteed”

Hmmmm might have to think about this!